Warning: I do not own naruto.
I sure wish I did though. I'm loaded with bills I need to pay for college. Peace.
Sakura, naked and wiggling her toes in the carper, stood in the middle of his bathroom. Everything was color-coordinated and tidy, with all the towels folded neatly , as if a maid had recently cleaned. The room was larger then her living room back at her apartment and far more elegant: sapphire blue and silver wall paper, a glass framed shower and double onyx vanities with a wall size mirror.
She slipped on the thin, red lingerie he had ordered her to wear. She hated red. It made her pale skin appear more washed out then it actually was. The dress barely covered her crotch and as she paced around, she noticed it would rise and reveal her bottom portions.
Cheeks flaming red, she yanked the bottom edges of the dress down as a last attempt to conceal her body parts. As stubborn as ever, the dress had risen once she shifted her legs.
Scowling, Sakura covered her crotch. Without hair, it looked vulgar, obscene, and it made her feel totally exposed. She wanted to grow it back, but he wouldn't let her. When she removed her hand, she looked in the mirror again, still embarrassed at what she saw.
"I don't believe this." she muttered, and started to leave the bathroom, but stopped suddenly when she remembered the lipstick. He wanted her to wear lipstick; red, bold lipstick. Sakura applied it carefully, puckered her lips, and frowned.
She looked absolutely silly.
Slowly, Sakura emerged from the bathroom and discovered spiked, red heels neatly placed by the door. Another scowl formed on her lips as she slipped them on, her knees shaking.
As she tottered towards his room on her heels, she tried not to feel like a prostitute as her lingerie rose to reveal her bottom portion.
She found Itachi in his room, sitting on the armchair, reading a book. She paused, glaring at him. He was dressed in what looked like P.J's. Her fist ached to punch something.
He turned a page from the book and stuck a bookmark before closing it shut. He looked up, a trace of annoyance crossing his face, but then smiled and set his book aside.
"Walk around the room." he ordered. "I want to watch you."
Cheeks flushed, she obeyed. She tried not to hobble, for it wasn't common for Tsunade's apprentice to walk around in high heels much. She ambled around the room and back again, towards Itachi, stopping in front of him.
Again, his face held a bit of annoyance.
"Do it again," he ordered, "but slower this time."
She obeyed, scowling as she turned around. She was becoming accustomed to the heels. The were so tight and uncomfortable, but she didn't feel as though she would topple over at any minute.
"That's enough." he said abruptly, "come here."
Clasping her hands in front of her shaved crotch, trying so casually to cover her genitals, she stood before him, wondering what would come next.
"You're hands are obstructing my view," Itachi frowned, "Put them to your side."
With a tight smile, she removed her hands. The room was quiet. Sakura could hear herself breathing.
"You look like a slut." he finally said.
"Thank you." she smiled, fist shaking lightly. She hated it when he called her that, but knew better then to protest.
He stood up and walked behind her. Pushing her hair to one side, he leaned down and kissed her gently on the neck. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she leaned back against him, felt his body against hers.
He pulled out a black scarf and slid it up her arm, along the front of her skin. He reached around his other arm and took the opposite end of the scarf, stretching it tight, and placed it over her eyes. He tied the ends behind her head.
"Itachi-" she began.
But he placed a his finger to her lips and nipped her neck.
It was dark behind the scarf. And very scary.
He took her arm and slowly pulled her forward. She had no choice but to follow, stumbling awkwardly along the way. She clung to him as they walked though the house, seeing nothing, the blackness disorienting her.
Suddenly Itachi was pushing her down. She struggled, but he forced her down, and with a thud she fell into a chair.
Then he took her arms and gently drew them back behind the chair.
"Cross your wrist," he said, "and hold the still."
"I swear, if you kill me.." she began, but obediently obeyed.
A second later she felt him lashing her wrist together.
"Itahi-" she warned. Oh what a fool you are, Sakura thought bitterly to herself. He's got you bounded and strapped, alone in his room.
"Spread your legs." he ordered.
"Not till you tell me what you're doing first." she said, biting her lip.
"Spread your legs," he repeated, sternly now.
She opened them a little. He placed his hands on the inside of her knee and he spread them further.
He took her right ankle and placed it on the outside of the chair leg. She felt him tie her leg to the chair, the ropes tight against her flesh. Then he tied her left leg.
Her heart beat faster, she could feel the pounding in her chest. I'm gonna die, she mentally shrieked. Her breath came in short, anxious gasps. She tried to close her legs, just a little, but couldn't. He had tied her too securely.
Itachi put his hand on the inside of her thigh, gripping her flesh firmly.
"I didn't like the sarcasm you had on today." he breathed, his face just an inch from her.
She felt the ropes around her legs, holding her in place. A wave of panic rushed through her.
"I'm going to disciplined you. You're going to learn how to respect me."
"Itachi, please.." she whispered, "Don't-" but then he stuffed a gag in her mouth, and her words came out a muffled slur.
----
Hey ya'll.
Yes, I know. Ninjas know how to escape through ropes and everything. Well guess what? Lets pretend they can't.
yea, this is the prolouge, nothing really to learn from. The plot starts up on the first chapter, so...well, cya.